Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Wang Teng frowned and quickly turned on the cold water tap above the bathtub.

Cold water splashed down, hitting the ice and creating a cloud of white steam that barely suppressed the temperature.

He dared not be careless. While keeping an eye on the iron pot, he also focused on controlling the two spinning tops, adjusting the flames to a level that was just enough to heat the whale glue without burning it.

The iron pot gradually heated up.

The whale glue at the bottom of the pot began to melt slowly as it was heated, with fine bubbles rising around the edges and making a slight sizzling sound.

A faint, salty, fishy smell wafted through the air, filling the bathroom.

Wang Teng kept his eyes glued to the pot, adjusting the flame size every now and then.

This process cannot be rushed. If the heat is too high, the whale glue will burn; if the heat is too low, it won't melt. It has to be done slowly.

Time passed by, second by second.

Half an hour later, all eight pieces of whale glue in the pot had finally melted into a thick liquid, with an amber color and a glossy sheen.

At this moment, the salty, fishy smell emanating from the whale glue became even stronger.

Ignoring the unpleasant smell, Wang Teng quickly grabbed a small spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and examined it.

He leaned closer and smelled it again, and then he felt that it was almost done.

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Inside the bathroom, Wang Teng had a thought, and the two spinning tops stopped spinning.

The flames around the spinning top were extinguished instantly.

The next second, the spinning top and the flames both disappeared.

Then, Wang Teng tore two towels off the bathroom wall.

He soaked the towel in cold water and wrung it out until it was half dry.

Then, Wang Teng carefully lifted the scalding hot iron pot from the bathroom doorway, supporting himself with both hands.

The heat from the bottom of the pot seeped through the towel, scalding Wang Teng until he gritted his teeth.

However, he dared not let go, after all, the contents inside were worth millions of gold soul coins.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Teng carried the scalding hot iron pot and quickly walked to the washbasin in the bathroom.

He slowly poured the liquid whale gelatin from the pot into a large bowl that had been prepared beforehand.

Amber-colored liquid poured down, filling the large bowl, its surface rippling with fine waves, and wisps of steam rose from it.

Wang Teng put down the iron pot, looked at the full bowl of whale gelatin liquid, and couldn't help but lower his head to sniff it.

"vomit--"

The next second, he frowned and a look of disgust appeared on his face.

The smell was really unpleasant; it was salty and fishy with a greasy taste, reminiscent of a fish market by the sea.

But there's no way around it, we have to drink it no matter how bad it tastes.

Wang Teng picked up the large bowl and added a few ice cubes to cool the liquid down.

Then, after a short while, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and poured the breath into his mouth.

The warm liquid flowed into my throat and slid down my esophagus into my stomach.

What followed was a salty, fishy smell.

The smell hit Wang Teng right in the head, so strong that he almost spat it out.

However, he forced himself to endure it and swallowed one mouthful after another.

The bowl of whale gelatin liquid was quickly emptied.

Wang Teng put down the bowl, braced his hands on the sink, and felt a surge of intense nausea rising in his throat.

"vomit--"

He covered his mouth tightly, the veins on his neck bulging, forcefully suppressing the urge to vomit.

You must not vomit, absolutely not.

If you spit it out, you've wasted your time drinking it.

Wang Teng gasped for breath, trying to calm his churning stomach.

Soon, his body began to react.

A surge of heat rose from Wang Teng's stomach and quickly spread throughout his body.

The heat was initially gentle, but quickly turned scalding hot.

At this moment, Wang Teng felt as if a fire was burning inside his body.

"The whale gel is working."

Without thinking twice, Wang Teng turned around and jumped into the bathtub.

"Splash—"

Ice cubes were smashed and scattered everywhere, and icy water splashed all over the bathroom floor.

Then, Wang Teng felt a bone-chilling cold enveloping him from all directions, colliding fiercely with the intense heat within his body.

However, immediately afterward, Wang Teng felt an indescribable sense of comfort welling up from deep within every inch of his skin and every muscle.

"Cool--"

Wang Teng let out a long breath and sank into the bathtub, letting the ice cover his body.

Then, Wang Teng felt the cool touch on his skin intertwine with the heat inside his body, forming a strange balance, as if every pore of his body was greedily absorbing something.

Wang Teng shrank back down, burying his head in the icy water, leaving only his mouth and nose above the surface.

Then, he closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and entered a meditative state.

The surrounding noise gradually faded away, and all Wang Teng could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat.

The heat within his body flowed slowly along his meridians, guided by his soul power, gradually merging into his limbs and bones.

Time slipped away quietly in meditation.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Teng felt the chill around him gradually dissipate.

He opened his eyes and found that all the ice in the bathtub had melted, replaced by a tub of lukewarm water, much warmer than when he had come in.

"puff--"

Wang Teng spat out a mouthful of water, wiped his face, and gasped for breath.

Looking out the window, the night was still filtering through the gaps in the curtains, and the moon was still hanging in the sky.

Based on the sky and the condition of the whale jelly in his body, Wang Teng judged that "only two or three hours should have passed, and the whale jelly in his body has not been fully absorbed yet."

At this moment, Wang Teng could feel that the heat in his body was still surging, but it was much gentler than before.

More importantly, his lower body was painfully swollen, and his blood was churning violently.

This is another function of whale glue, and it's also the function he least wants to face.

"We have to continue."

Wang Teng climbed out of the bathtub, drained the water that had cooled down, and then picked up several buckets of ice that were on hand and poured them all into the bathtub.

"Splash—"

The ice blocks were piled up like mountains, and a chilling white aura emanated from them.

Wang Teng took a deep breath, lay down again, and let the ice bury him.

The coolness enveloped my body again, and the internal heat was suppressed once more.

He closed his eyes and continued meditating.

This time, time passed even faster.

As night gradually faded, the sky outside the window changed from pitch black to deep blue, and then from deep blue to grayish-white.

As the moonlight faded and dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin golden line on the floor.

In the bathtub, the ice had long since melted away, leaving only a tub of lukewarm water.

Wang Teng rose from the water and slowly opened his eyes.

He looked down at himself, then clenched his fist, feeling the surge of power within him.

The eight pieces of Wannian Whale Glue were completely absorbed overnight.

"We finally succeeded."

Wang Teng stepped out of the bathtub, soaking wet, and walked to the mirror.

The reflection in the mirror seemed unchanged from yesterday, yet everything about it felt different.

He raised his arm, clenched his fist, and his muscles were more defined than before, with a healthy glow emanating from beneath his skin.

"He looks much stronger."

Wang Teng turned around in front of the mirror and muttered to himself, "I wonder if others will notice anything unusual... but I should be able to cover it up with clothes on."

"It'll be a bit troublesome when we go swimming at the academy; we'll have to figure out a way to get through it."

While pondering how to conceal the changes in his body, Wang Teng casually grabbed a towel to dry his hair, then walked barefoot out of the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed.

The Soto Grand Hotel truly lives up to its reputation as the most luxurious place in Soto; the mattresses here are unbelievably soft.

As soon as Wang Teng lay down, he sank into something soft, as if he were being supported by clouds.

He couldn't help but shift his body, letting his back fully conform to the curve of the mattress, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Comfortable--"

After a whole night of tossing and turning, I can finally get some rest.

Wang Teng stared at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting away.

"My soul power is now at level twenty-seven..."